Mediocre players are just out there messing up the sand traps.

The son of a bitch was able to hole a putt over 60 feet of peanut brittle.

I don't know the traffic regulations of every city I get to either,but I manage to drive through without being arrested.

Thirty-seven points should have been enough to win. There are no excuses.

My emergence has been slow and steady, I would say. I think I've improved every single year. I keep getting better; I keep getting fitter, sharper - and I'm not stopping.

Similarly, another famous little quantum fluctuation that programs you is the exact configuration of your DNA.